Hey! Stop right there!
"Junior sister! What do you want to do?"
Lu Feiyu stared at Liang Si with a troubled expression, her brows furrowed. Why did this Liang Si feel different from the one she remembered?
Do you laugh?
Liang Si took a deep breath. "If you don't tell me what's going on, I'm going back. Junior sister! If someone sees you calling me out in the middle of the night, they'll definitely gossip."
My master has enough trouble already. The Xuan Yun Sect is full of rumors all day long. If I spread anything else, what do you want the junior brother of Wan Zhang Peak to do?
He's still just a mortal, his cultivation isn't high enough, and he still has to eat at the canteen. His master doesn't like the smell of cooking on the mountain. What kind of looks do you expect him to have?
“My memory tells me—” Lu Feiyu found it hard to understand why there was another Liang Si in her memory.
Liang Si is a good senior brother who is devoted to Wanzhang Peak and takes good care of his junior brothers and sisters.
Liang Si in front of her felt the same way, but she always felt that this person wasn't sincere.
In fact, the more time she spent with him, the more disgusted she felt.
Suddenly, she remembered something: "I heard that you wanted to rearrange the order a while ago?"
"Yes! Is there a problem?"
Liang Si is very distressed. He has already been reincarnated, so why is this girl still so hung up on him?
Although the child in his previous life wasn't his, and he married her with ulterior motives, in this life, his master is still alive, and he hasn't followed any demonic cultivators. He truly doesn't want to repeat the mistakes of his previous life.
"I'll go find Junior Brother Qiao!"
"Qiao Yu?" Liang Si was taken aback. "What do you want with him?"
In the past six months, perhaps because a seed of revenge had been hidden in her heart, her awareness of sword intent had increased considerably.
Every move was fast, every step was brilliant, and every style was ruthless.
This sword technique can also be applied to sword control. Before Liang Si could finish speaking, she vanished like a ray of light on her sword.
"Goodness gracious," Liang Si grumbled. "Could this girl have forgotten her past life? Whose child was she carrying in her past life?"
Liang Si started counting on her fingers: "Lan Yezhou's? He's got the desire but not the guts! There's no way he'll pass."
The look in Lu Feiyu's eyes when she looked at him earlier flashed through his mind; it seemed to be one of disappointment.
What's disappointing?
Disappointed that the man she saw was different from the Liang Si she remembered?
Liang Si shuddered. He was Liang Si, and yet he wasn't Liang Si, so that child…
"My God! What a tragic fate!" Liang Si tumbled off the roof, and then it started to rain...
He glanced at the sky and muttered to himself, "You also think it's a tragic fate, right? But that doesn't make sense! Liang Si had been dead for over a year at that time, so where did she get the child? Whose child was it?"
A bolt of lightning flashed across Tianshan Mountain, and Liang Si hurriedly ran downstairs. "Who's undergoing tribulation? I wonder if Lu Feiyu is..."
A black figure seemed to flash before his eyes, but just as he was about to see it clearly, a bolt of lightning struck again, and the figure slowly turned around. As if transcending time and space, he saw endless yellow sand...
"...He's injured!"
Liang Si looked at the bridal sedan chair with a strange expression. The sedan chair was made of paper, and the people carrying it were also paper figures. These paper figures were soaked by the rain, and their faces looked particularly white in the light of the lightning.
Who are you?
A bride was already sitting in the sedan chair. Rainwater streamed down her red embroidered shoes, leaving a red line along the sedan chair.
Beside the sedan chair stood a man in a blue robe whose features were obscured. He wore a bamboo hat that covered his face, and judging from the exposed skin, he was also a paper figure.
"Just passing by."
The paper figure made a sound like sawing wood.
"Now that you've met, you should leave," Liang Si said, directly issuing an order to get rid of them.
"Looking for someone," the paper bride inside the sedan chair said again. Liang Si looked in the direction of the voice, and the paper sedan chair bearers standing by the sedan chair door lifted the paper curtain a little. The bride inside the dumpling stretched out her hand, pointed to the straw-woven eyes on her hand, and asked, "Where is the evil god?"
"This is the Xuan Yun Sect, a righteous sect. We have no knowledge of evil gods. You should leave now! Just pretend I never saw you."
The lightning tonight was clearly chasing after this paper sedan chair. He had also experienced the fact that the capital of Qianyan Kingdom, Mogan City, had become a ghost town. Liang Si felt only heartache for these paper figures who did not intend to harm people.
If one could become a normal person, who would willingly attach their soul to a piece of paper that could be destroyed at any moment?
“The evil god is here.” The sedan bearers and the bride all looked at the man in blue outside the sedan chair. “We all saw it; he’s here.”
"You guys aren't demons, are you?"
"Ghosts, ghost cultivators, souls, soul race," several sedan bearers said.
When they spoke, it was as if something was stuck in their throats, and that thing made their bodies turn even paler with each word they spoke.
"Are you trapped here? In the Northern Demon Realm?"
“The West—” It was the sedan chair carrier who spoke; he was reduced to ashes.
"The lightning in the sky is restricting—" Liang Si's gaze swept over the eyepiece on the bride's arm, "...monitoring you?"
The bride stiffly moved her wrists. "Yes, yes, please, please help us."
“I feel like the aura around you is somewhat familiar, but you’re clearly paper dolls. Do you know Mogancheng? My junior sister’s family members were also turned into paper dolls, but they came back.”
"Huh? Why do you all seem frozen in place? You wouldn't be... you wouldn't be like what I'm thinking, would you?"
The sedan chair shattered completely as he finished speaking. The man in the blue robe was stunned for a moment, looking astonished. "Close the door! Close the door!"
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